Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 63

”Qi Refining late stage and below, fall back a hundred steps.”

With such an order, someone immediately expressed doubt.

”Weʼre not going down? Then why are Junior Brother Fang and the others going…”

The new leader of Five Yin Peak smiled faintly.

”Facing a second-rank Venomous Bee King head-on, the people from Gu Poison Peak are confident. We may not be. Fang Zhang and the others are heading down to find another path to the surface.”

So that was the reason. Once he understood, that person said no more.

Several Qi Refining late stage cultivators ordered the crowd to release their magic tools and once again collapsed the tunnel, completely burying it.

”Since itʼs been gone for so long, it might as well vanish forever…”

Once done, nearly a hundred disciples were dispatched to form a perimeter around Blackbone Mountain, with one standing guard every thirty zhang. This was to coordinate with the three insiders who had gone in earlier.

They planned to use sensing talismans to reopen a new tunnel.
There were only about a hundred disciples of Five Yin Peak in total. Releasing this many meant that only twenty-some people remained at Blackbone Mountain, and their strength was quite average.

Considering the large amount of resources required for his own cultivation, and although the Xuan Essence Flowers in his pouch seemed enough for now, taking more would be safer.

Thus, Wang Yu quietly returned to Blackbone Mountain. This second batch of Xuan Essence Flowers rightfully deserved his share.

Left Blackbone Mountain, Floor 260

Since all Gu Poison Peak disciples had entered underground and the disciples of Heavenly Corpse Peak were content staying put, only their group remained among the Three Blackbone Mountains.

After clearing out the bone beasts and the poisonous bee swarm again, their mood relaxed.

At the moment, over a dozen cultivators were gathered playing dice.

”Place your bets. Xuan Essence Flowers, spirit stones, pills, and spiritual materials are all accepted. Big or small pays 1x, triples pay 9x.”

”Big!”

”Small!”

”Big!”

”Big!”

”Iʼm betting triple. Ten spirit stones.”

”Whoa, Junior Brother Liu is feeling bold.”

”Just trying my luck.” Junior Brother Liu smiled shyly, cheeks slightly flushed, and placed a handful of spirit stones on the triple zone. Under everyoneʼs watchful eyes, the dealer began shaking the dice cup.

”All bets are final. No more changes.”

The rattling sound of dice striking the inside of the cup rang out. Just as everyoneʼs attention was fixed—

A sudden attack struck.

Puchi—

A Golden Edge Whip shot out from the shadows, unexpectedly snaring three people. With a gentle twist, bodies were torn apart, blood and internal organs splattered everywhere.

Pupils constricted in terror. As the crowd prepared to scatter, a figure suddenly leapt out. Countless ice swords rained down like a storm. Those who reacted immediately summoned magic tools to defend.

Those who failed to react or tried casting defensive spells didn’t stand a chance.

Qi Refining early stage cultivators were almost entirely wiped out.

”Enemy attack!”

”Quick, kill him!”

The attacker was none other than Wang Yu, though he now wore a wooden mask. Seeing the group charging toward him, he raised his left hand.

A massive gray-black fist, over a zhang wide, enveloped his hand.

It was the second-rank high-grade spell Mysterious Yin Hand, cultivated using Yin Marrow Liquid. Compared to relying on magic tools or talismans, he preferred the power of spells.

This technique consumed a huge amount of spiritual energy. Wang Yu used it both to test its effect and to minimize traces left behind.

Mysterious Yin Hand swept across.

Among the charging Five Yin Peak disciples, at least five or six were caught. The massive hand grabbed them together like a string of dumplings and slammed them to the ground, instantly bursting them into a mess of flesh.

Utter carnage.

Mixed within were fragments of magic tools. Seeing the result, Wang Yu’s eyes gleamed. He moved his foot and activated Illusory Step, splitting into ten figures.

Ten versions of Wang Yu, each holding a Mysterious Yin Hand, spread out in all directions. The disciples were so terrified they lost control of their bowels and bladders. No one dared mention killing him again. The intimidation was absolute.

This action was not meant to slaughter everyone.

Based on his earlier observation, due to the overwhelming harvest of Xuan Essence Flowers, these people had no proper method of preservation. On top of that, the newly appointed leaders made decisions through discussion.

Compared to Situ Hong, their prestige and background were far inferior. Therefore, they had gathered and stored all the Xuan Essence Flowers on this level of Blackbone Mountain, sealing them with the power of formation arrays.

They could take them as needed.

Since the location had been marked in advance, Wang Yuʼs phantom clones rushed out and happened to intimidate the swiftly approaching Five Yin Sect disciples.

Meanwhile, his true body swiftly arrived at the edge of the formation and struck the formation barrier with his left corpse arm, infused with divine power, layering it with the force of Mysterious Yin Palm.

With his Mysterious Yin Fist as the center, cracks rapidly spread outward and in the blink of an eye, the formation shattered with a loud crash. This formation was not designed for battle, so its defensive strength was naturally very weak.

But that punch from Wang Yu was already close to Foundation Establishment stage in power.

As the formation broke, he took rapid steps into the storage chamber, where, aside from a vast amount of Xuan Essence Flowers, there were also fully matured Bonewood recently harvested by Five Yin Sect disciples.

Seeing this, Wang Yuʼs eyes lit up. He carried the most storage pouches on him, all hanging on the inside of his robe.

With a single tug, both sides of his robe revealed storage pouches, no less than twenty in total.

Under the guidance of his divine sense, the Xuan Essence Flowers and Bonewood flowed rapidly into them.

His speed was astonishing.

Ten breaths later, an angry shout came from outside the storage chamber.

”Thief, you seek death!”

Wang Yuʼs eyelids twitched as crescent moon imprints surfaced in his eyes, allowing him to see through the chamber walls. Clusters of yin-attributed Soul Flames appeared in his vision.

This was the perspective granted by Moon Observation, a highly effective support technique. Seeing that they were surrounding him, Wang Yu sighed with slight regret. He could not take everything, but this was already enough. He had only taken one share.

He swallowed a supreme-grade Spirit Recovery Pill, raised his left arm to shield his head, and dashed straight at the wall.

Boom.

A huge hole was left behind. Nine illusion clones scattered in different directions, while his true body cast the Night Concealment, blending into the shadows like a pool of ink, flowing through the cracks in the ground.

This was an advanced application of the curse.

He could skillfully utilize the various derivative applications of fully mastered techniques.

Moments later.

Several late-stage Qi Refining leaders from Five Yin Peak arrived at the storage chamber. Seeing the devastation, their hearts sank. They rushed inside to check.

Their vision went dark and they nearly fainted.

Half of the Xuan Essence Flowers were gone. A third of the harvested Bonewood had disappeared.

”That wretch from the Gu Poison Peak!”

Clearly, they had assumed Wang Yu was a secret agent planted by Gu Poison Peak. After all, there were rarely any people near Blackbone Mountain and they had just recently offended that faction. If not someone from Gu Poison Peak, who else could it be?

”Damn it. No wonder they were acting so obedient. They had been plotting from the start.”

”Half of our stock was taken and over a dozen brothers are dead.”

”This blood debt must be avenged. Go immediately and urge Fang Zhuo to finish opening a new route as soon as possible.”

”Yes.”

Leaving aside the chaos at Blackbone Mountain, Wang Yu had already returned safely to the remote cave mansion he had been constructing over this period.

He was now efficiently sorting through the spoils and using pill-sealing methods to process the Xuan Essence Flowers. These spirit flowers could be preserved for a maximum of three years. He had not yet used the first batch, which had been harvested last May.

They still had two years before complete withering, more than enough time for him to break through to Qi Refining sixth layer and then use them all together.

By using both batches at once, even with his Wasted Spiritual Roots, it would be enough. In fact, he would still have a surplus.

”Excellent. Everything is ready. All that remains is the eastern wind.”